Meanwhile, there's only two things we've discovered Maine's not so great at: coffee and wine. The first has no effect on me, but being located as we are on the end of Deer Isle, the morning is a race up 15 to find anyone with an espresso machine. Not such a worry in actual towns, but we're in a spot with the population and sophistication of Gilligan's Island.
The wine is amusing. One winemaker imports his fruit from Italy, Germany, and California, and the results are questionable at best. The Pinot, apparently, is fermented with wood chips. Moreover, they freely admit that the vines out front are for decoration only. Nothing like sourcing locally.
But...ice cream! It is everywhere, and it is delightful.
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